You Did It

Pickering: Tonight, old man, you did it!
You did it! You did it! You said that you would do it
And indeed you did. I thought that you would rue it
I doubted you'd do it. But now I must admit it
That succeed you did. You should get a medal
Or be even made a knight
Henry: It was nothing
Really nothing
Pickering: All alone you hurdled
Every obstacle in sight
Henry: Now, wait! Now, wait!
Give credit where it's due, A lot of the glory goes to you
Pickering: But you're the one who did it
Who did it, who did it! As sturdy as Gibraltar
Not a second did you falter. There's no doubt about it
You did it!
I must have aged a year tonight
At times I thought I'd die of fright
Never was there a momentary lull

Henry: Shortly after we came in I saw at once we'd easily win
And after that I found it deadly dull
Pickering: You should have heard the ooh's and ah's
Every one wondering who she was
Henry: You'd think they'd never seen a lady before
Pickering: And when the Prince of Transylvania
Asked to meet her
And gave his arm to lead her to the floor...! I said to him
You did it! You did it! You did it!
They thought she was ecstatic
And so damned aristocratic
And they never knew
That you did it!
Henry: Thank Heavens for Zoltan Karparthy
If it hadn't been for him I would have died of boredom
Mrs. Pearce: Karparthy? That dreadful Hungarian?
Was he there?
Henry: Yes. That blackguard who uses the science of speech
More to blackmail and swindle than teach
He made it the devilish business of his
"To find out who this Miss Doolittle is."
Every time we looked around
There he was, that hairy hound From Budapest
Never leaving us alone, Never have I ever known
A ruder pest
Finally I decided it was foolish
Not to let him have his chance with her
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her
Oozing charm from every pore
He oiled his way around the floor
Every trick that he could play
He used to strip her mask away
And when at last the dance was done
He glowed as if he knew he'd won!
And with a voice too eager
And a smile too broad, He announced to the hostess
That she was a fraud!
Mrs. Pearce: No!
Henry: Ja vol!
"Her English is too good", he said
"That clearly indicates that she is foreign
Whereas others are instructed in their native language
English people aren't
And although she may have studied with an expert
Dilectician and grammarian
I can tell that she was born Hungarian!
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood
she is a princess!"
Servants: Congratulations
Professor Higgins, For your glorious victory!
Congratulations, Professor Higgins!
You'll be mentioned in history!